August is my favorite month. It’s my birthday month (11th), it’s big garden harvest month, it’s also our families vacation month. For those reasons, and a few others, I have not been on the computer much for the last week and a half. We just got home yesterday from vacation. I actually would not have minded blogging on vacation because a few ideas hit me in between swimming and hiking, but we don’t have internet at our vacation spot so I guess those ideas will have to hit me again at a much more convenient time.
I dove into the Hunger Games novels during vacation. I downloaded it a while ago on my Kindle but have not managed to read until vacation rolled around. Now, as I knew would happen, I can’t put it down. I’m still on the first book. I would like to keep reading but I have 30 lbs of tomatoes staring at me wondering what their fate is. I am staring back and wondering the same thing. Sauce or can? The boys have sores in their mouths because of our recent tomato intake. So we are taking a reprieve from fresh salsa.
My birthday was right before our vacation and the farmer got me the best birthday present of all time. At least in my book. It’s a B.N. Morris canoe. It is a beautiful boat. Mahogany gunwales, cane seats, original label and serial number plate, it really is something to see. There are not many like it around here. Out on the east coast, where Morris’ were made until 1920 when the factory burnt down, they are probably a little more common. The farmers Godfather is a collector of wood boats and has probably 5 wood/canvas canoes. When I saw his collection a few years ago, the farmer knew I was hooked. They are nicknamed courting canoes because 100 years ago, I believe in New York and Massachusetts, these boats were used to take your girl out on a ride. He would do the paddling while she would enjoy the ride. Oh how times have changed. We did take it out for a ride but there was a lot more arguing than courting. That argument ended with “I’m sorry I’m so much stronger than you.” That doesn’t sound like much of an apology to me. We did enjoy our time fishing though. It didn’t involve paddling. Every married couple should have to paddle a canoe for a while. Then we had to carry it up 70 steps to the house. We survived and decided that we will do it again when we can feel our arms again. Plastic kayaks are not nearly as cool looking, but they are much much easier to carry up the stairs.
It’s been a great August so far and I am back at the farm and have internet again. I have lots of gardening to catch up on and can’t wait to blog about the garden harvest as it comes.
The Farm Wife